Title: Between the two, who is the beast?
Summary: A Tale as old as time, and true as it can be. Both a little scared, neither one prepared… You know where this is going. Beauty and the Beast with a twist. Toothless/Hiccup.
Warning: Eventual slash, mature themes, I guess.
Disclaimer: What part of FAN FICTION is hard to understand? I don't own Beauty and the Beast, and I don't own How to Train Your Dragon. They belong to whoever they do. I'm not here to make money; I'm just here to entertain.
Astrid was Not Happy. She and the other teens had been sitting in the Haddock living room for what felt like hours. The room itself was nice, very cozy. Astrid wondered at how big the place was; Her own home was really just large room with everything in it. But there was this Silence in the air that none of them could bring themselves to break. The old man (aptly called Old Wrinkly for he was very old and very, very wrinkly.) had not spoken since inviting them in and, honestly, it was getting on her nerves.
"Sir?" Fishlegs spoke, first one to break. "Do you know where Hiccup is?" he asked.
Everyone nodded in agreement, silently echoing the question. The Haddock boy was the reason they'd gone here after all.
But Old Wrinkly didn't answer. Astrid wondered if he'd fallen asleep in front of the fire. Or Odin forefend, if he'd died right there—
She needn't have worried. Just as she was working up a good sweat, he answered.
"He's gone dragon hunting with his father. I'm just watching the house until the come back." Old Wrinkly had his own small cottage with a view of the sea.
Astrid was— Well, she wasn't surprised exactly. A part of her had always known that Hiccup wouldn't really be stupid enough to go hunting dragons without any training or anyone to watch his back. But apparently, she was the only one.
"WHAT?"
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Hiccup ran. He ran and ran and ran until he got tired. And when he stopped to rest, he remembered that he'd left all of his stuff back there, and he had to walk all the way back there (because there was no way he was running all the way back).
But he didn't mind really (even though this was the worst type of landscape to be lost in. Snow everywhere, and the ground went up and down, like the wrinkles on his grandpa's face), not when he'd gotten a dragon all by himself! Hiccup was ecstatic. A dragon! A possibly new species, and all by himself. He was beside himself with glee.
So back he went, getting his packs, but leaving behind his bola-throwing-thingy.
'Dragoncatcher.' He thought. 'I'll call it the Dragoncatcher.'
He left the Dragoncatcher behind (it wasn't really that far from Burk, he'd be back for it later) and went on his way. By now the sun was up. Not very high, but enough that it gave Hiccup a small amount of warmth as he trudged in the direction where the unidentified dragon had fallen.
As he went on he saw Raven's Peak, and realized he was walking towards the inland lake, or thereabouts.
'What luck!' he thought. 'Maybe I can show dad the live dragon. Imagine! Hiccup the dragonslayer. I like it! Kind of rolls of the tongue.'
On and on he walked. But there were no signs of the dragon anywhere. The sun was high in the sky now, and he was just about to give up and meet with his dad already ('He must be hopping mad by now. I bet he thought I'd show up at the crack of dawn…'). But he saw something. Well, actually, it literally hit him in the face. A tree that looked like something had hit it hard. Something big. Something from above…
'My dragon!'
Behind the tree, Hiccup could see some serious trenches in the ground. 'That must have hurt.' He thought.
The boy dropped his packs and slid down the incline (or decline, depends on where you stood.) and peeked over a mound of dirt. The rolling landscape gave way to a particularly deep sort of hole. And in that hole, Hiccup saw…
A dark shape!
Down he went, hiding behind the dirt mound, as if it could protect him from something like a dragon.
But nothing happened.
He peeked again, this time taking a better look.
…
It was definitely his dragon. He It was bigger and scarier than he thought it would be. But that wasn't going to stop him!
Hiccup fumbled for his dagger ('I have my own dagger, Snotlout. Thank you very much.' ) and nearly dropped it. But he didn't, and he held it in his hand as he slid down into the hole, hiding behind a rock. He briefly thought of going back up and getting his bow and arrows, but decided against it. This was something he had to do up close.
Taking deep breaths, he inched around the rock. But as the dragon did nothing, he gained courage, losing the pretense of the dagger and just walked right up to it.
"Oh, I did it, I did it. This fixes everything! Yes!" It was like he'd brought down the dragon all over again, but a hundred times better!
"I have brought down this mighty beast—!" but then he made the common Viking mistake of trying to pose with the dragon. He had carelessly put his foot on the dragon, and it had moved.
He fell back against the rock, wondering if this was what it felt like to have a heart attack. He held the knife in front of him again, this time approaching the dragon much more slowly and carefully…
It looked at him. The dragon looked at Hiccup with large green evil eyes, and the boy steeled his nerves.
"I'm going to kill you, dragon." He said. "I'm going to cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking."
That wasn't very convincing.
"I'm a Viking." He said much louder. That was better.
He raised the dagger over his head, and looked down at the beast. It looked at him for an eternal moment, before closing its eyes and baring its neck.
'This…this is wrong.'
Hiccup couldn't do this. No, wait…
"I did this." He said to himself. He turned to walk away, maybe his father would…
But he couldn't do that either. He turned back and began sawing at the ropes that bound the dragon.
The beast's eyes flew open.
A/N: I've uploaded some HtTYD fanart in DeviantArt! My username there is the same as this one, CushiKitten. I've also put a link on my profile.
Yay, cliffhanger! Well, -ish.
In case anyone is curious, if Night Furies are as reclusive as the movie made them out to be, then I doubt the Vikings would know they existed unless one showed itself to them during a raid or some such. So because there's no Green Death, there are no raids. No raids means no Viking knowledge on Night Furies.
To skyinthenightslove: This chapter is for you! I hope you get better soon!
To Prodigus Feldspar: Yes, I write like a thirteen year old. Please don't rub it in. (Joking!) Seriously, I get that more often than you think. It's because I rarely curse in writing, specifically, when I'm writing about young teens/adults. I curse like a sailor in real life, and I have no problem making characters curse when the story calls for it, but since neither the movie nor the books curse, I try to keep it to a minimum.
To Veritas4Eternity: All will be revealed! Soon–ish.
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